74 willows wept the day i plotted my escape the road looking diseased under a blanket of leaves back now full circle so it seems with unused memories of secrets not worth keeping and willows weeping i used to think this time of year of flying over the fence and beyond here but i don't think so anymore i've been looking for the ending my story lacks a strong enough magnet to pull me back oh, you are that oh, you are that a new outlook for a cynical soul the feeling i get when the opiates flow you are that oh, you are that i found myself slipping in the snow adrenalin did flow adding a smoke-screen to this flashback scene my brain raced right back from numb a peculiar reaction to those windows creaking your voice speaking i think of us travelling at night at a hundred times the speed of light i don't think so anymore i've been looking for the ending my story lacks a strong enough magnet to pull me back oh, you are that oh, you are that a new outlook for a cynical soul the feeling i get when the opiates flow you are that oh, you are that i think of us travelling at night at a hundred times the speed of light i don't think so anymore i've been looking for the ending my story lacks a strong enough magnet to pull me back oh, you are that oh, you are that a new outlook for a cynical soul the feeling i get when the opiates flow you are that oh, you are that oh, you are...that